We were in school, and then on lockdown. We had a TV in the classroom. I did let the kids call their parents. Our principal was in the capitol on a conference, and he came back.

I was so depressed for the next three or so weeks. I had to stop watching. I felt like we were at war, or were going to be soon.

Rose was so sick. She went to the Bridge (PTS) on the 24th, and I rescued Spunky on the 29th.

It was a strange month.

I felt sorry for all of those in the towers and the 1st responders. I remember watching on TV, and the towers fell. Responders were some of the fallen. I remember wondering what happened to flight 93, hoping it survived. I've never been able to watch that movie.

http://www.nps.gov/flni/index.htm